The Dark Academy on Korriban

Xevine comes to hanging from one of the portable light fixtures by her hands, dangling perhaps two meters above the ground. The thinnest pricks of light are starting to show on the horizon which stir her and she realizes after a moment she is naked and without any gear hanging in the middle of the student encampment.

Xevine slowly came by, with a monster of a headache. "What.... where?"

“You do realize aspirant that although the Sith are not in any way prudish, there are some things that should be done in the privacy of your tent. See this is what happens when you give aspirants far too much leeway and not enough reading.”

Lord Savas coughs and then says to Xevine, “Aspirant, repeat for me the Sith code.” He taps his cane to emphasize his point.

Xevine slowly sat up, confused, out of place, tired, in pain.... and she slowly slurred out what was beaten into her.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."

“Are you gaining victory right now, aspirant? I suppose if you like exhibitionism, then you have broken your chains famously,” he says derisively.

Xevine frowned, her first quipes dying on her tongue. "Passion led me to weakness, not strength." She said weakly, sullenly.

“Ah the Passion, you are not the first to be undone by something that should be a strength. Idiots like you are a credit a dozen. This is why we have the Academy to beat some knowledge into you. Passion is powerful but do not become a slave to it, slaves have no control no ambition. They are ruled by outside influences, that is not the Sith way. That’s a tuka’ata, are you a tuk’ata? Well no they are much smarter, you are house trained yes?”

He grumbles and says, “A Sith must control their passions not like a Jedi and deny them, no you must understand them… feel them and act on them from a position of strength. You must learn that you can trust nothing, not even yourself, least alone your passions. They will drive you to foolish action. Feel them, revel in them, but keep them in check.”

“Or this happens,” he gestures to her hanging.

Meanwhile more students are peaking out looking at Xevine and some snicker.

Xevine grumbled savagely. "No." Probably even Tu'kata get lightsabers. "What would my lord suggest I do to avoid anything like this then? Or to get off of here?"

Layne found herself brought out to the spectacle by watching some of the other students flock over. Pushing herself past a group of them to see what the fuss was about, she stopped and cocked her head to look at the sight before her.

"Well, don't see that every day," she said; watching a naked Zabrak getting lectured by Lord Savas.

“I would suggest you don’t make a fool of yourself,” he says sternly.

Savas gestures to Layne, “Cut her down, make yourself useful.”

"I'm assuming you mean the rope. Not her life?"

She smirked, before flicking on her super awesome black lightsaber and unceremoniously cutting the rope. Presumably letting the naked Zabrak fall down to the ground with a satisfying thud.

Lord Savas shrugs.

She cocked her head at the shrug the Sith lord gave in response to her question; then turned back to Xevine. Lightsaber still on.

"Well, looks like he would be totally okay with me killing you right now. But, what would be the point of that? This way you owe me."

She smirked again.

"What the hell happened, anyway?"

"Why would I owe you?" Asked the defia t Zabrak, even as she could barely stand. "A coward attacked me." Was all she said.

"Because I cut you down, instead of in two."

She deactivated the saber.

"And because you were told not to make a fool of yourself. When you owe someone, and they know it, you become useful to them. When you're useful to them, they can become useful to you."

Layne sighed.

"Seems pretty foolish to spit in my face then, doesn't it?"

Lord Savas sighs and says, “As much as I enjoy hearing aspirants bicker, I think we can work out who owes whom later. Preferably out of my sight. In your beds. Reading texts that could save your miserable lives one day. Because someone thinks you idiots may have value in the future.”

She gave Lord Savas a nod, cast a quick glance to Xevine, then headed back to her tent.